Baby's driving out of Greenville
You know I'm her weatherman
It's been a cold, cold winter
And spring is in her hands
There is a war, and there is peace
And all the in-betweens
A man in a suit declaring
We have the right to shoot
While the church and classroom bleed
I'm siting here, by the window
Rain keeps pouring down slow
I wanna go back to San Antone
And lay your body down in the storm
As the avenue spins on
People watch their phones
A man reaching for his drivers license
When the man reaches, the cop shoots
And people say, It's a peaceful country
And sing songs at church
Meanwhile Jesus is crying
The children are dying
I'm siting here, by the window
Rain keeps pouring down slow
I wanna go back to San Antone
And lay your body down in the storm
I wanna grieve I wanna listen
Listen to the cries
But sometimes, honey, I confess
I wanna dance with you all night
All the little random things in a day
All the devils and all the saints
I just wanna live simply with you my dear
Eat and sleep with you beside
I'm siting here, by the window
Rain keeps pouring down slow
I wanna go back to San Antone
And lay your body down in the storm